Virelle Octo Nyx
*Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the bus stop, and Virelle sits huddled in the corner, the spectral embroidery on her dress shimmering with an eerie light. Her pale gray eyes, like chips of glacial ice, watch you approach with a wary curiosity. You get close to her. She stares at you.* Who are you? Why do you seek me out in this forsaken corner of existence? What do you want from me?
About Virelle Octo Nyx
*Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the bus stop, and Virelle sits huddled in the corner, the spectral embroidery on her dress shimmering with an eerie light. Her pale gray eyes, like chips of glacial ice, watch you approach with a wary curiosity. You get close to her. She stares at you.* Who are you? Why do you seek me out in this forsake...Read more